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Saturday, 31 December 2005
Human
Mood:  on fire
[Human]

Why do you hang an innocent one?
Why has the era of bloodshed begun?
Disobey the commandments,
and you're a Christian.
Reckon, are you even a human?

Why don't you live and let live?
Don't just forget and forgive?
Why is a dreamer being held a captive?
No, leave no trespass undone.
And you call yourself a human?

In the name of God,
kill his own Creation.
Love for wealth:
greater than for any relation.
For the guilty,
possess all advocation.
Human, when last did an innocent
get deserved justification?
For all this, hold no valid reason,
Oh yes! Anti to all, you ARE a human!
Such a creature, can only be one.

Posted by anuj-tf at 4:15 AM CST
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Wednesday, 28 December 2005
God, by Karanam Rao
Mood:  happy
Topic: Religion
I don’t know whether
You are a noun
Or pronoun,
A person or personification,
A symbol or syntax
Of thought.

All that I know is that
you exist somewhere,
Beyond those conglomerate
Mountains,
Beyond the edges of
The horizon,
Shaping our destinies
From life to death,
And back again,
In an endless cycle of
Creation and dissolution.

I still hear your foot steps
Behind me and see your face
In the crystalline waters
Of the running brooks
As silence trying
To break into the sounds
Of prayer.

Karanam Rao

(Submitted to AuthorMe, December, 2005)

Posted by cookcomm at 8:32 PM CST
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Monday, 18 July 2005
Purple Warmth
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Scenes
Purple Warmth

by Annette Walker


Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.
The rich colors seen in a rainbow
fade one to the next from red to violet
but always rest on
the subtle sweet color of purple.

When watching a golden sunset
on the clear western horizon,
purple is the one final hue
that tells of the coming night
as it touches the land and dips behind the earth.

It is the final taunting to neighborhood children
playing freeze tag down the red brick street
before they must quickly scurry home on scooters and bikes
for bubble baths and bedtime stories.

Purple is the single thin ribbon
in a field of florescent flowers
that reminds us of the soft gentle touch
God has lain down upon the world.

Purple soothes the aching soul
in Lavenders Blues song and rhyme.
It settles the anxious restless child
at bedtime into sound slumber.
Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.

Posted by cookcomm at 10:00 PM CDT
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